His Queen

The radio was on, but barely louder than the humming of the engine. Lindsay was drumming with her fingers on her thighs, while looking out of the window, watching the landscape they were passing by. In the small pause between two songs, she looked at William. His gaze was fixed on the road, hands on the steering wheel. He must've seen Lindsay turning to him through his peripheral vision, but he didn't give any sign that he noticed. She placed a hand on his thigh.

-What's it Lin? -- he asked in a calm voice.

-I... I'm just so excited! Still can't believe you're taking me to that wellness hotel.

-Well, your birthday was this week, we have a long weekend, and it's already reserved -- he said, smiling, looking at her from the corner of his eye, still not turning his head away from the road even a little bit -- So you better believe.

-Yeah, it's just... no one was so generous with me before, especially not when only being together for such a short time.

-Don't be so hard on your exes, as far as I know they were in high school or college when you were together, not having their own income yet.

-It's not about the money, but about being attentive! You knew I wanted to go there sometimes, and you made it happen. I didn't even ask for it. If you had just taken me to a restaurant or cinema for my birthday, I would've been content with that. But you surprised me with something I wanted specifically.

As she said that, she gripped his thigh more firmly and affectionately. He stroked her hand and couldn't help but smile, and turned his head away from the road, to look at her for a few seconds.

-Let's say... you have a way of making me want to please you.

-Do I? -- she asked, with a mischievous spark in her eye.

Before Will could answer, the GPS told him they had got to the exit where they had to leave the highway. His full attention on the road again, he changed lanes to make sure they didn't miss it. It wasn't long then until they reached the small town, and their destination in it, Birch Lake Wellness. After pulling into the parking lot, Will helped Lindsay get out her two suitcases from the trunk, not saying a word about how ridiculous he thought it is to bring so much luggage for three days, and carried one of them for her, with his own backpack on his shoulders. All went well until they got to the reception desk.

-Sorry sir, but I don't see your reservation in our system -- said the receptionist lady.

William frowned at her, and Lindsay's jaw dropped in disbelief.

-That cannot be... I made our reservation last week. Here, see?

He presented his phone screen to her, with the digital voucher they sent him after he paid for the weekend they were about to spend there.

-Let me see -- said the receptionist, tilting her glasses as she took a closer look -- I'll just search for the reservation number and... - she looked back at her computer screen -- oh, no.

-What is it?

-Our booking system... had a little malfunction. We were already fully booked for the weekend, but for some reason it still let some people reserve a room.

-So, I guess I paid for nothing then? -- asked Will, with a cocked eyebrow.

-No sir, of course we will refund the full price!

-Well, that's the bare minimum! We still traveled two hours for nothing...

-I'm sorry for your inconvenience. We are still working on resolving the issue with the booking. Is there anything else I can do for you?

-Considering you are fully booked... -- he paused for a second, exchanging a resigned look with Lindsay -- No, we're leaving.

Back in the parking lot he was loading their luggage back in the trunk silently, not even looking at her as he grabbed the suitcase from her.

-So, that's it? -- Lindsay asked finally, full of disappointment.

-I'm sorry. It's not my fault, I...

-I'm not blaming you! It's just... ah! They make a blunder like this and then just "oh, sorry, we fucked up, can I help you with anything else?" -- she said in a mocking tone, then paused, looking on the ground before her, silently, before continuing in a tearful voice -- I was so hyped up... so happy... to spend a weekend like this with you. And now it's over before it even began...

William was no less disappointed, not a bit, just more stoic, keeping his emotions to himself. But seeing her so sad broke through his shell. He didn't like to see her like that, and whenever it happened, he tried to cheer her up with something.But with what now?he wondered. For lack of a better option, he stepped closer and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.Calmed down a bit,he thought, then he felt her shoulders rising irregularly. She was sobbing silently. He just stroked her back without a word, thinking it's best to let her cry it out. Not knowing what to do until then, with one hand he deftly got his phone out of his pocket.Now what?They had already made the journey, were far from home, with nothing to do for the whole long weekend. Would it make now any sense to just travel back home? He searched for accommodation nearby. The first result was Birch Lake Camping...

-Hey! -- he exclaimed as he thought she calmed down a bit -- Maybe not a wellness hotel, but how about spending a night or two here?

With that, he showed her what he had just found on his phone.

-Birch Lake Camping? -- she read, wondering -- Is this the same company as the hotel?

-No, it probably just got its name after the local lake. Which, you know, got its name after this birch forest all around the town if you haven't noticed.

-Yeah, sorry, I'm a city girl, not an expert on tree species -- she replied, still with tears in her eyes, but laughing.

-Well, birch, oak, pine or hickory, wouldn't you spend a night or two with me in a log cabin?

-Yeah, it would be nice but... still not the same. Not what we came for.

-Not a wellness hotel, right, but would you prefer just going home?

Lindsay felt conflicted. She wanted to spend the weekend in the hotel, something she knew she can't have now. She wanted to shout, to cry, to be angry about it. But would it help anything now? And then William offered her something, something that wasn't as good as his original plan for them, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful for his effort.

-Fine -- she said finally -- take me there.

It was about five minutes' drive from the hotel, as the campsite was on the shore of that same lake. Even without having a reservation, William quickly got themselves a key to one of the cabins, for a lot less than he paid for the hotel room. Contrary to the wellness hotel, this place was far from overbooked, only a few trailers and tents here and there, and one elderly couple sitting in front of one log cabin. They parked next to cabin Nr. 16, and brought their luggage inside. Will looked out at the windows, enjoying the view of the peaceful lake in the middle of the woods. Looking back over his shoulder, he seen Lindsay sitting on the side of the bed. It was clear that she was still disappointed, and even though she accepted his plan B, wasn't really enthusiastic about it.

-So, now that we got our lodging, how about going for a swim in the lake?

Instead of an answer Lindsay just looked at him with a frustrated look.

-What? Don't tell me you don't have a swimsuit or bikini in one of those suitcases -- he joked -- you weren't planning to sit in the hotel's jacuzzi completely naked?

-It's still not summer Will! The water must be cold, I'm not swimming outside.

-Then how about a boat ride? I will rent one out, and row back to the hotel with you, so you can show them a middle finger -- he offered with a grin.

-Very funny, but I don't feel like it.

-Oh, come one, why are you so grumpy?

-You know it very well! And no, I'm not blaming you for it, but it still doesn't change the fact that it ruined my day. Or rather my weekend...

-Then how about me fixing your weekend?

-Very nice of you that you try -- she said with a resigned look -- but I don't think you can.

-Can't I?

-Well, unless you can get me a jacuzzi, a professional masseur, room service, champagne... you know, the things we would have in the hotel if they didn't mess it up.

Will sighed and pondered, until his eyes suddenly lit up with an idea.

-All right, then let me get those for you, or at least most of them.

-What...? -- Lindsay blinked in surprise.

Will hurried to the small bathroom of the cabin and turned on the hot water.

-Not a jacuzzi, but the closest we can get now. Enjoy a hot bath while I... take care of some things.

Lindsay still looked at him puzzled. He stepped closer and stroke her face before continuing.

-I know you're disappointed, but take a little time to relax. I'll be back before your bath would get cold, and you'll get a treatment worthy of a queen. For my queen...

Finally, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

-Fine. Let's see what you have in mind. But don't make me wait for too long.

She kissed him on the lips, stood up and began undressing for the bath. Will went to the door, but stopped there and looked back as Lindsay pulled off her T-shirt. She was undoing her bra when she noticed him.

-What are you waiting for? -- she asked playfully -- Didn't you say you need to take care of something? Go!

Will smiled and went to the car. They already seen each other naked a so many times, but he was still in awe every time he seen her nakedness, and she still played shy sometimes, just to mess with him.

Since the town was really small, it didn't take long for Will to get to one of the few stores they had. What took a bit longer was his search for massage oil, but it wasn't in vain, at last, he found it. Next, he grabbed sausages and hot dog buns, mustard and ketchup, single use plastic plates and cups. Not what they would've eaten at the hotel, but something they can prepare at the small firepit in front of their cabin. He also threw in some scented candles. He was already heading to the cashier, when he took a moment wondering if he's forgetting something.How did she say exactly? "...jacuzzi, a professional masseur, room service, champagne..." hm, champagne.He smiled to himself.She's definitely not expecting me to get that too.He didn't want to go cheap on this one, wanting to make at least one thing in the weekend a bit more luxurious. After browsing the shelves, he chose a Bollinger Special Cuvée Brut.

When he got back, Lindsay barely noticed him at first, she was so deeply in her thoughts. He used that to his advantage and smuggled the champagne into the small fridge. Next, he changed his jeans to sweatpants and hid the small bottle of massage oil in one of its deep pockets. From the bed, he pulled of the blanket and replaced it with a large towel. He also pulled the curtains and lit a fresh linen scented candle on the nightstands on each side of the bed. Finally, he turned on a small bluetooth speaker and put on some quiet, ambient music. With everything ready he headed to the bathroom.

-Enjoying the bath? -- he asked Lindsay as he entered the bathroom.

-Yeah, got bored already a bit tough -- she answered, her hands playing with the soap foam on the surface of the water. She made it so thick that Will could barely see anything from her body.

-Well, fortunately I just got back and made everything ready. Let me just dry you off.

It was still obvious from Lindsay's not so sincere smile that she was skeptical about his plan, but she went along with it. As she stepped out of the bathtub, it felt a bit unusual how Will was fussing around her with the soft, thick towel. She smiled to herself as she noticed how he was taking his sweet time to rub his favorite parts of her body dry. When being done with that, he took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom, to the bed.

-What the...? -- she gasped in surprise as she seen the towel on the bed in the dim light provided by the candles, and heard the relaxing music.

-Ready for your professional massage, my queen?

-Massage, huh? -- she shook her head.

-Yes, a normal massage...

-Just admit you want to have sex.

-No, I... okay, I mean, I'm always up for that with you. But this is not about me now. I told you I would give you what you wanted for the weekend. And as I remember one of those things was a massage. And now I'll fulfill my promise if you let me.

Lindsay as puzzled as she was, couldn't help but smile again.He's either being very creative about how to get between my legs... or he really wants to make up for the lost reservation. But it wasn't even his mistake... But if he wants to please me so much, why not?With a shrug, she answered him:

-Okay, let's do that "normal massage".

Will smiled wide as Lindsay laid down on the bed, face down, arms by her side, her face on the small soft pillow he prepared for her. Even though his goal was not to have sex, but to make her relax and enjoy herself, just oiling and massaging her body promised to be a really erotic experience to him. Standing at the side of the bed, he popped the bottle open, poured some oil on his palm and started spreading it on her back. He was not a trained masseur, far from it, but went for sport massage regularly, and tried to replicate the techniques that were used on him on those occasions, of course, with a lot less force. After feeling the aftereffects of a good workout in his muscles for days, he liked a strong massage that hurt so good, but he didn't want to cause any pain to Lindsay.

After brushing her long hair to the side, he started by slowly sliding his thumbs on her neck back and forth, one on each side of her spine, applying gentle pressure. He felt her muscles getting gradually more relaxed under his hands, and moved on to her trapezius and shoulders, switching from his thumbs to the base of his palms. He listened with satisfaction as she let out a soft moan. She turned then silent immediately, maybe a bit embarrassed of how she lost herself in the moment and voiced her enjoyment involuntarily.Good,Will thought, smiling to himself,a few more of those moans and you'll let go of any shyness.After spending a few minutes on her shoulders, he continued with her arms. First just stroking her right arm with oily hands, then gently squeezing every muscle on the way down from her shoulder to her palm, finishing with a light pull on each of her fingers. He repeated it a few times then did the same on her left arm. She let out the second moan when his fingertips traced their way on her left elbow crease. Not the body part Will thought she would enjoy the most being massaged, he was glad nonetheless that she enjoyed what he was doing.

As he massaged Lindsay's lower back, her breathing became slow and deep. That told him without words, or even moans, that she's relaxed and enjoying herself. Reaching her Venus dimples, Will felt a strong temptation to continue with her butt, and he was sure she was looking forward to it too, but he showed some restraint and moved on to her soles, switching from downward to upward progress on her body. When he arrived to her calves, he felt the most tension there in her muscles so far.Maybe because she started wearing heels more often?, he wondered. He applied a bit more pressure, careful not to make it painful, to which she replied with a long, quiet but high-pitched moan. That was music to his ears. After kneading her thighs too, he finally reached her round ass cheeks. He knew he can use more force here without causing discomfort and so he did, just as much to his own enjoyment as to hers. Her breathing became louder, and Will noticed that her legs were parting slowly and her hips moving ever so slightly. He couldn't tell if he spent five or ten minutes on Lindsay's ass, but finally he brought himself to stop. He leaned to her ear and asked in a whisper:

-Now my queen, would you slowly turn over on your back?

She did so with a deep sigh, without even opening her eyes, and adjusted her new position a bit before lying still again. Will poured some more oil on his hands before massaging the front side of her shoulders. Without applying pressure, he spread some oil on her collarbone too, then with featherlight fingers, he stroked her neck from the front, gently gliding his slippery fingertips on her throat, bringing out some more moans. Moving on to her chest, he tried to stay true to the premise of the "normal massage", making sure to only massage the muscles there, carefully avoiding the area of her nipples. Still, he couldn't help but notice how hard they were now.Damn, she could cut glass with them now!He then massaged the sides of her ribcage, applying very gentle pressure to the muscles attached to it.

Arriving to her stomach, he was not sure how to massage muscles that don't have bone behind them, so he just stroked her there with oily hands, sliding down to her abdomen, sometimes getting very close to her pubic area, but always stopping before reaching it. Noticing that her breathing is getting louder again, it appeared to him as if she were expecting him to go lower. Drawing out the anticipation further again, just like when she was laying face down, he went to her legs, working his way very slowly from her ankles to her inner thighs. A he reached there, Lindsay stopped every moan or groan or even deep breathing, as if she were intentionally making him think she doesn't want him to further escalate the eroticism of the situation.Now or never,he thought, and dripped a few drops of oil on her pubic mound, on and around her trimmed landing strip. Spreading it, he felt her body tense up for a second as he touched her there, then relax again. He then slid his fingers lower, on her outer lips, being sure that this will finally bring out a reaction. Lindsay inhaled deeply, and not wanting to exhale in a moan, she spoke instead, still with her eyes shut, asking him in a playfully judgmental tone:

-Normal massage, huh?

-I can stop if you... -- began Will, while pulling his hand back from her, when he suddenly felt her grabbing his wrist in a vice grip.

-Don't!!! -- came the answer so suddenly and strictly, that it surprised both of them. Still not opening her eyes, Lindsay pulled his hand back to her pussy, and released his wrist before adding in a calmer voice -- Please, continue...

-As you command, my queen -- answered Will in a roguish voice. He was glad his plan is working, and that little outburst from his girlfriend really turned him on.

He used his index and middle finger, slowly drawing closer to her slit as he stroked her outer lips from both sides. As the distance between his fingers closed completely, he pushed down one finger, and with an upward motion, gently parted both her outer and inner lips with his fingertip. Now Lindsay wasn't pretending anymore, she was breathing deeply with lust and anticipation. Will, not wanting to rush things, started to slowly slide his finger up and down on her vulva, always stopping with the upward motion before reaching her clit. He waited until she started pushing up, trying to meet his finger with her clit. With that, he stopped the up and down gliding, placed his finger above her slit, and started stroking her clit from the top trough it's hood, until it came out more, aching to be played with. He pinched it gently between his thumb and middle finger, and massaged it slowly. Lindsay was moaning slowly, quietly, reassuring him that he's doing his job well.

William, not sure if the massage oil would be any good inside her, carefully wiped down his other hand on the towel, before inserting a finger in her wet opening. He trusted slowly in and out a few times, before starting to feel around for her G-spot. He found it quickly, and with the same rhythm in which he was stroking her clit, he pressed on it upwards gently, repeatedly. Being pleasured in those two ways simultaneously had the effect on Lindsay, her moans became louder and louder as she threw her head back as much as the pillow allowed it. Will watched her reactions happily, with a raging hard on straining against his pants. After keeping this up for who knows how long, he decided it's time to heighten her pleasure even more. He leaned closer to her pussy, and while continuing the fingering and the clit stroking, he began to lick her with the flat of his tongue. Lindsay screamed at first, overwhelmed by so much stimulation, but then started pushing her hips up, and placed a hand on his head, wanting more of it. Will continued, without changing the rhythm, moving his head and fingers dutifully.